Downhill from Town Hall
we curl together
on the clay-red flannel blanket
our mother bought from an Indian
market ten years ago.
The bandstand ripples red
and green with splashes overhead.
We watch Magos and his friend, wearing
their brightest faces
since the English arrived,
fold their arms around a dozen ears
of corn and some coins. The Selectman,
as John Nelson Connor, gestures
to the Duck Pond, the police station behind it,
and we all smile, too. It is so good to know
where you came from.
Soon the actors bow and we turn back
to colors, “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain” spills
down the hillside and I sleep in my sister’s arm
as our brother and parents get up